The Lord had caught sight of the Gangrel make his way into Court. At first she simply nodded, somewhat vaguely, in his direction. The breath was caught in her mouth, her lips parted slightly, as she waited for him to draw near. His words took her aback; words forgotten, a smile spread across her face and wrapped, shameless and coy, up over one side of her face. Decorous movement as her hand rose and checked an errant length of hair. Predatory eyes flashed.
"Speak of the devil and he shall appear, or so they say..."